Date: Sat, 2 Jun 2007 14:28:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle and Hank, Chapter 36

I sat there for a while, occasionally sipping my coffee.  I actually
pictured Blake naked, and felt my cock swell at the image.  Then it swelled
more as I thought that I might well get to compare my image to the real
thing this afternoon.

Man, I was just one fucked up guy.  And it had all started because of my
roommate!  What would college have been like if I hadn't met Hank to begin
with?

I went off to class in a daze with images of Blake running through my mind.
In class, I kept seeing is enigmatic smile and those eyes.  I kept
imagining that I saw a bulge in the crotch of his pants and wondered what
it would be like to see him naked.  I saw pictures of his chest and crotch
as I thought they might look.

I realized in a flash that three fourths of my class had slipped by while I
daydreamed about Blake.  I tried to pay attention and write down the
assignments.  I packed up my stuff and headed off to lunch.

As I ate my Hank approved lunch, I wondered what Blake would think if he
watched Hank and I together.  I imagined Blake watching as I first sucked
Hank and then let him fuck me.  What would Blake's reaction be?

I was rock hard by the time I finished my dream and my lunch.  I adjusted
myself and carried my pack in front of me while I headed off to my next
class.  I stopped at the men's room to take a leak.  My cock was still
hard, but no one was around, so I pulled it free and ran my hand up and
down the length, thinking what it would feel like if Blake was doing that.

I nearly jumped when the door opened.  I furiously tried to get my cock
back into my shorts before the guy came in and stood and the urinal next to
me.  I was fumbling around, but he didn't seem to notice.  He just stood
back about 6 inches from the urinal, unzipped, pulled out his cock and
began to piss very loudly.  I shoot my eyes to the right without moving my
head and caught a glimpse of the head of his cock and he held it.  It was
large and looked good enough to eat.  Damn!  I was getting so fixated on
sex, again.

I got myself together, washed my hands and went off to class.  In class, my
cock didn't subside, it stayed hard and I continued to see Blake in various
sexual situations, him fucking me, me sucking him, me posing nude for him
and stroking, him posing nude and pissing.

I had adjusted my cock so it was going down the leg of my shorts when I had
arrived in class.  About two thirds of the way through class and I looked
up and saw a girl on the opposite side of the room staring at my crotch and
realized she could probably see at least the head of my cock up the leg of
my shorts.

I moved my legs together to cut off the view and saw her look up at me.  I
blushed and so did she.  She went back to busily making notes.  I felt very
self conscious.  I looked to her left and saw a guy looking at me.  He had
a big smile on his face.  He had seen the whole thing!  Was he laughing at
me?  I was so embarrassed.

I tried to concentrate again on what the instructor was saying, but
immediately got lost in thoughts of sex again.  I wondered again what the
guy across the way was thinking.  I tried to look up without being obvious.
I saw that he had his legs spread wide and his baggy shorts pulled up in
such a way that I could look up the legs and see his cock.  It wasn't
exactly hard, but it wasn't soft either.  It was in that in-between state
of swelling.  While I looked it twitched a bit and I raised my eyes.  He
was smiling at me again.  Shit!  I looked back down to my desk and tried to
listen.  I did manage to write down what was on the board.

But as soon as class was over, I packed up my stuff and tried to get out
the door without looking anyone in the eye.  As I went through the door, I
felt a hand encircle my bicep and pull me out of the doorway.  I looked up
and saw the guy who had been observing me grinning at me as he released my
arm.  He had pulled me so I was standing next to him, our backs against the
wall.

He spoke slightly above a whisper and said, "I saw you looking in there and
I wondered if you liked what you saw?"  He reached down and squeezed my ass
as he finished the question.  I rose up on my toes and looked at him
surprised.  My cock was pushing the leg of my shorts out.  He massaged my
ass, moving his hand from one cheek to the other.  He continued on, "I know
I liked what I saw."

I blushed and was so off guard, I had no idea what to say.  I stammered
out, "I, ah, you, I mean.  I am sorry, I am late," I managed and began to
move away from him and his hand.

He patted my ass as I left and said, "I'll look forward to `seeing' you
tomorrow."  The way he said it, I could see the quotation marks around
seeing.  I felt heat rise in my cheeks and I walk on trying to keep my pack
in front of me.  I nearly walked into a group of students because I was
mentally processing all that had happened.

My hand was shaking as I pushed the door open and headed outside.  In the
bright sunlight, I stopped and took some deep breaths.  Why was I getting
so wound up?  This was like the first couple of days with Hank; I couldn't
get sex off of my mind.  I had certainly had plenty yesterday.

My phone beeped and I took it out of my pocket and saw that it was a text
message from Blake telling me we were all set for 3 pm.  My hand shook
again as I closed the phone and put it back in my pocket.  Shit!  It was
already 2:30 and by the time I got there it would be 2:45, so I took some
deep breaths and tried to calm myself.

As I got to the quad, there was a large group of student gathered.  I
stopped and tried to get in a position to see what was going on.  There was
hooting and calls going on.  I finally saw that a guy was streaking the
quad, racing from one side to the other naked except for his shoes.  He was
a skinny red headed guy and his dick was small and drawn up against his
groin as he ran from across the quad to our side.  People were taking out
their phones to get a quick pic of him, or to call people to let them know
what was going on.  There was a lot of laughing and ribbing going on, guys
commenting on the size of his dick or how fast he was going.  And the girls
were yelling for him to slow down and show more.

He did a kind of jump turn with 3 hops and skip, so that he had shown
everyone everything, then he tore up the steps to the building and inside.
Some of his friends had clothes for him.  You could see him through the
window putting on his shorts and laughing.

It was a tradition that every student had to streak the quad and most did
it during their freshman year, including the girls.  I was not looking
forward to my time, nor did I particularly want to see naked girls running.
But seeing naked guys got me turned on.

I think most people did it at night.  Seeing this guy had brought it back
to me.  Hank had me do it early in the morning, running around a bit on the
edge of campus naked, but this was broad daylight, middle of the day,
middle of the quad.  It made me hard to think of doing it in front of a
group of people like this.

I shook my head, held my pack in front of me and headed off to the art
building.  My mind was a whirl of sexual thoughts.  I was going to be a
mess for this photo assignment and didn't know how I could get out of it.
Blake would be disappointed, but I couldn't parade around in front of him
in the state I was.  Or could I?  That was a new thought for me.  A bunch
of guys had seen me hard and had enjoyed it and I had gotten off on it.

Would it bother him?  What would he say?  Should I just go for it?  The
image of his enigmatic smile as he saw my hard cock made my cock twitch
again.  I shook my head again as I dodged around a student that I had
almost run into in my daydreaming.

By the time I got to the department, I was sweating.  It was running down
from my arm pits and I could tell I had a sheen of sweat on my upper lip.
I licked it clean and realized my nerves were on edge.  I felt like a loose
electric wire was around.  I could feel it in the air, my whole body
shivered in a state of nervousness.  I felt my teeth chattering.

Jim looked up and smiled when he saw me, "Oh, a little moon-lighting!
Private sessions for fellow students!  Uh, huh!  Yeah, sure!  Does Hank
know what you are up to?"  He asked and smiled.  I knew he wasn't being
vicious but it stung just as well.  I felt I was cheating on Hank, even
though he had encouraged this meeting.

"Ah, yeah," I managed as I put my pack in the locker with my back to Jim.
I quickly undressed, grabbed a robe and wrapped it around me, trapping my
cock.  I turned to see that Jim had been watching me.

"Thanks honey, for the great view of your ass.  It is always appreciated."
He smiled and looked at me as if he was looking over imaginary glasses.  He
was always a kick to be around.  He was so outwardly and obviously gay.  I
didn't feel that I came across that way.  I always pictured myself as the
introverted geeky kind of a guy.  But Hank kept working on my fitness and
health and saying how hot I looked.  And I kept being asked to model for
various art classes.  I smiled to myself, maybe I was looking more like a
typical college guy.

He gave me the location of my session.  It wasn't in the room where all the
other sessions had taken place.  He directed me down the hall.  I felt a
bit conspicuous walking down the hall of the school in just a robe, knowing
I was naked underneath it.

I arrived at the room.  Blake was there working on lights.  He smiled when
he saw me.  He closed the door behind me. I saw that the entire room was
painted a flat black and that the lights were positioned nearly parallel to
the back wall creating stark shadows of anything at the front of the room.
Other than that the room was featureless; no windows, bulletin boards, or
pictures.  The door didn't even have the typical little window in it.

"Shall we get started then?"  Blake asked.  I looked at him.  He was
wearing a white t-shirt and baggy khaki cargo shorts.  I saw his flip-flops
in the corner of the room with his pack.

I stood there for a moment longer.  I was still hard and didn't know how he
would respond to it.  "I'm, ah, I mean, I have, ah," Shit!  Would I ever
quit this gee golly gosh stammering thing?!  "I'm sorry; I am a bit aroused
at the moment."  I looked down at the floor as I said this, embarrassed.

"A little wood won't hurt the pictures.  And it isn't as if I haven't ever
see a hard dick before."  It was as if he was trying to make me feel at
ease.  That was considerate of him.  I self-consciously undid my robe,
removed it and looked for a place to put it.  I noticed a couple of hooks
on the wall beside the door.  I hung up the robe and turned around.  I
wanted to cover myself, but figured what the heck.

Blake was standing there looking at me.  His smile broadened, "Perfect.
You will do great for these shots."  He picked up his camera and made some
adjustments.  "You know I have wanted to work with you since I saw you the
first time.  I consider this a great honor that you have agreed to do this
for me."

This flustered me; I didn't know how to respond.

"Come on over here and let's get you positioned for the first set of
shots."

I followed his direction and he had me sit cross-legged on the floor at the
front of the room, knees up, arms sorted of folded across them.  He got on
the floor and positioned himself for a straight on shot.  "Raise your legs
a bit."  I realized he wanted to see my entire cock between the crossings
of my legs.  It would certainly be a study in angles and contrasts.

He worked on the camera a bit and began to take some pictures.  Between
shots I asked him, "So do you have a girlfriend?"  I don't know what
possessed me to asked that.

His smiled broadened again, "I had my way with a couple, as they would say.
But there are some guys that catch my eye and I just want to spend my time
with them."  He looked me in the eye when he said this.

"I am in the Air Force ROTC program and just getting into the fitness
routines.  And every time we finish up our PT ^Ö physical training ^Ö we
all end up in the showers.  And there are some pretty decent looking guys
there.  I enjoy looking at a great-looking, naked guy!"

I tightened my stomach and my cock moved and I made it flex again.  He
smiled again.  "Tell me about your boyfriend," he said as he moved over and
repositioned my legs and arms.  I felt the heat of his hands, it felt good.

This was something I could talk about for a long time!  "He is really
great.  He is my roommate.  He calls me his little brother.  He tells me
what I can eat, when to exercise, what to wear and when to study.  He
really keeps me in line."

"Sounds a bit controlling," Blake said as he took a couple more pictures.

I guess I had made it sound that way, but Hank wasn't really controlling
was he?

"No, I mean, he has helped me learn so much about myself, about men and," I
paused a bit and looked him in the face, "you know sex."

"Like what?" he asked as he moved back over to me changing my position
again: hands on my arms, legs, head, shoulders and back.

"Well, man to man sex," I hesitated and thought what the heck, he said he
likes guys too, "sucking and fucking.  And what turns a guy on."

"So you have fucked him?"

"No, only he has fucked me.  He has had me fuck a couple of other guys."

"And has he sucked you?"

"Yes, but mostly I take care of him.  I want to please him.  I want to do
anything for him."

Blake continued to question me as he took shots and positioned me.  I was
now on my back propped up a bit on my elbows with my legs still a bit
akimbo.  He was taking pictures looking through my legs towards my head.

"What kinds of things has he had you do for him?"

I told him about our runs and how he has had me run naked, our sessions at
the changing room in the store and in the library.

"Wow, sounds like he is just using you."  That stung!  It wasn't true!

"No, you don't understand.  He is just having me do these things so I can
experience lots of different kinds of situations to find out what I like
and don't like."  I was trying to think fast and put Hank in a better
light.  "I mean he helped me raise money for a digital camera."

"Wow, how did he do that?"  he arranged me again, this time his hand
bumping against my cock as he positioned my hips.  I closed my eyes and
make my cock bob up and down a bit.  "None of that, now hold still," there
was laughter in his voice.

I told him about the photos, the auctions and the bets.

"That all sounds a bit demeaning to me.  I mean where is your dignity,
man?"

"No, you don't understand.  I like taking directions from him.  It turned
me on.  And he was helping me learn about myself."

He moved over and had me get up on my hands and knees.  He moved my hips
and moved my legs wider.  He moved my hips back more and then had me looked
down and back between my legs.  As I looked at him, I realized my ass was
now wide open and on display.

"Still sounds like he was abusing you and making you do some pretty low
things.  I mean posting pictures of you, with a jock over your face,
covered in cum.  That's pretty raunchy."  He took a couple of pictures and
then moved back and repositioned my back so it didn't arch so much.  I
closed my eyes and concentrated on how wonderful his touch felt.  "And he
doesn't give you any privacy?"

"No, he stands next to me when I piss."  I thought and added, "And he is
always in the room when I take a dump."

"Wow, that is pretty rude, taking away not only your dignity, but your
pride and privacy.  And you say he is your boyfriend?"

"No, you don't understand.  He makes me ride around naked in his car, so I
will get off on it.  And he is in the bathroom with me so I will overcome
my piss shyness."  I was becoming very defensive now.  This wasn't coming
out right at all and every time I tried to get it right, he had his hands
on me repositioning me.

"What is some young girl saw you naked and hard in the car?  Or some little
old lady?  What would they think about this sexual pervert?  And this whole
piss thing, I don't get it.  Has he ever tried to get you to taste his
piss?"

He made it sound so vulgar.  When I didn't answer, I knew he knew the
answer.  Damn, this was making Hank out to be a real bastard and I didn't
see him like that.

"His brother's treated him this way and he is trying to make me feel like
his brother and I like that.  I never had a brother."

"So just because his brother's sexually abused him, you think he should
abuse you?"  He turned me around and rolled my legs back and over, so that
my knees were near my shoulders.  I tilted my head back and looked at Blake
as he positioned his camera.

"No, he wasn't abused.  They shave him as a rite of passage thing.  I mean
one of his brothers is gay and they have had sex together."  As soon as I
said that, I regretted it.

"So incest is okay." He adjusted his camera and then said, "Reach up and
grip your ass cheeks.  I looked up and realized my cock was just inches
from my mouth.  And my open ass was pointing directly at him as he shot a
couple more pics.  "And the reason you are shaved is that he got shaved by
his brothers so he wanted you to go through the same torment?"

"No, you don't understand.  You are making him seem like some kind of
sexual ogre and he isn't.  He is caring and understanding and compassionate
and all.  He is not trying to take advantage of me at all.  He is always
telling me I don't have to do things if I don't want to."  I told him about
the bathroom scene with the plunger, the rubber and all.  And how Hank had
wanted me to walk out into the hall naked and hard and I had said no and he
was fine with that.

"Yet, if you had walked out into the hall, naked and hard, he would have
let you lose your dignity to all the students and teachers who could have
seen.  Not to mention the whole degrading thing of fucking yourself with a
toilet plunger in a public place.  I mean a boyfriend should look out for
your best interests, he should be there to protect you, to give you what
you need, to not let you do things that will hurt you and to let you do
things, even though they might not be what you want."

He came back and moved me around into another position and once again I
felt the warmth of his touch as he positioned me.  I began to ache for a
release from the sexual tension I was feeling.

"I mean, if I had a boyfriend and he wanted to go to a classical concert
and I wasn't into that, I would go with him, to show him I loved him and
could enjoy the things he enjoyed.  Or at least I would try to enjoy them."

"But Hank does that for me.  He knows what turns me on, more than even I
do.  I mean one time he arranged for these guys to be in the room when I
came back.  Then he made me strip for them, suck him and then he fucked me
while they watched.  They made cat calls and rude remarks about it and all.
It was terribly humiliating.  But he had done it just for me.  He knew
those things turned me on."

"But don't you see, he just demeaned you and humiliated you and put you
down in front of a bunch of his friends.  He was just using you to give
them a show.  `Watch guys and see what I can get my roommate to do.'  I
mean that's what it sounds like to me."

No!  That wasn't the case!  Was it?  No, Hank wouldn't do that to me.  He
wasn't like all those guys in high school.  He cared about me, right?  This
was really messing with my emotions.  I was on edge sexually with all the
contact with Blake and then all this second guessing Hank and analyzing his
actions was getting to me.  My eyes filled and I didn't know what to do.

Through my blurry vision I noticed something around Blake's neck.  "What's
that?"  I was hoping to change the subject.

"It is Spanish coin.  I got it when I was in Florida.  It is supposed to be
from a sunken treasure ship.  I never take it off.  I have made myself a
promise.  I will not take it off until I find the person I am going to
spend the rest of my life with, then I will give it to him."  He smiled.

That was so romantic!  He repositioned me once again and it seemed his
hands lingered longer on me.  He was so tender.  Was he right about Hank?

He took a couple more shots.  "So what other things has Hank `let' you do?"
His emphasis on the `let' was obvious.  I didn't know how to answer.  I
realized anything I said would sound damning.  If I mentioned walking down
the halls naked, or pissing in the library, or hiking naked, or any of
those things, they would sound demeaning and degrading.

He was leaning over me, his face inches from mine as he got me into some
new position.  My eyes had filled again.  His eyes were searching my face.
His wispy mustache and beard were such a contrast to Hank's ever present
five o'clock shadow.  His piercing blue eyes.  That cute little
dimple. They were all too much.

He moved a bit closer and let his lips brush mine.  I moaned.  I ached for
this.  I responded and raised my head a bit to increase the pressure of the
kiss.  Then he increased it.  He opened his mouth and my tongue ventured
in.

Then it was as if a dam broke.  I couldn't get enough of him.  My hands ran
over his body and kissed his neck and felt the coarseness of the hairs
there.  He was responding in kind, pressure for pressure.  I pulled his
t-shirt off over his head and looked at his chest, with its just dusting of
hair down the center.  Just like the hair on his face wispy, just enough to
have some.

I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked on it.  He moaned and licked my
neck.  I shivered and my whole body felt like it was touching a live
electrical wire.  My hard cock was poking him in the stomach.

He moved so he could take one of my nipples in his mouth.  He sucked on it
as I had done his.  My hands were squeezing his ass and roving all over.

I rolled him over so he was under me.  I reached down and struggled to open
his shorts.  I got them open and worked them down.  I used my feet and toes
to push them completely off of him.  He was touching me in a thousand
places at once.

I caught a glimpse of grey and blue striped boxer briefs that were
prominently tented.  I worked with the waistband until they too were
somewhere down at his ankles.  We ground our crotches together.

We rolled around kissing and feeling everything everywhere.  I gripped his
cock and squeezed.  His body was lean and hard, but not as muscularly
defined as Hanks.  I had to taste his cock.  I moved down his stomach,
stopping at his little inny navel, licking it.

He had tan lines showing he wore some kind of short boxer brief style
shorts when he was in the sun.  His bush was as sparse and spare as his
hair elsewhere.  I inhaled the scent of him.  I smelled soap, musk, and
something else.  It made my cock swell.  His cock was full, thick, cut and
at least seven inches long.  The head was a darker pink than the rest.  A
thick vein coursed around it.

I gripped it tightly and licked the head.  Man, it tasted good.  I licked
it and swirled my tongue around the head.  Then I moved down and buried my
nose in his balls and drank in his smell.  I took each ball, one at a time
into my mouth and swirled them around.  He moaned and continued to caress
the parts of my body he could get to.

I wanted all of his cock.  I wanted it inside me; I wanted to be inside
him.  He made a major move and was soon doing the same to my cock, driving
me wild.

It became a frenzy then of hands, feet, cock, balls, mouths and asses.  I
think I tasted every part of him.  Our lips would find each other now and
then and we would lock in a passionate kiss.  Everything one did the other
did.  Nothing was left unexplored, but it happened in a kaleidoscope of
gropings.

At one point my cock was buried to the hilt in him and another time he was
in me.  We couldn't get enough of each other.  At one point we knocked over
a light, laughed and went back to fondling, kissing and rubbing.

Finally, my eagerness and lust got the best of me and I covered him in a
bath of cum.  I mean it gushed, shot, pulsed and flowed, seemingly all at
the same time.  In the moment I heard my moans intermingled with his and
felt his warm cum added to the pools that were forming between us.  I
gripped him and held him close and kissed him deeply, tasting his tonsils!

Then the fog of lust lifted and I opened my eyes and realized what I had
just done.  I felt terrible.  I had betrayed Hank!  Why had I done this
with such abandon?  It wasn't like one of Hank's planned sexual excursions
for me; this had been a passionate plunge into sex and lust.  Had it been
an act of love, or just sex?

Shit!  I didn't know what to think.  I moved to free myself from Blake.  I
sprang up, grabbed my robe and shakily put it on.  I couldn't look at
Blake.  I heard him calling my name and I wouldn't turn to look at him.
Once my robe was on, I fumbled with the door and lock and finally got it
open.  I was now crying as I tried to walk and run at the same time.

I headed down the hall to the office and my clothes.  I heard Blake say,
"Wait, please Kyle, wait!"  I turned and saw Blake standing in naked in the
hallway.  He looked so abandoned.

I turned and tried to get to the office as quickly as I could.

What a fuck up I was!  Shit!  I had really screwed things up now.  What was
I going to tell Hank?  What about what Blake had said about Hank?  Was any
of it true?  And how would I know?  What was up with Blake?  What was up
with Hank?  Shit!


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